I don't know if you've ever
Really considered cardboard
Just once.
Halted your daily rush.
Paused to admire and appreciate
This chameleon of materials
A master of form
Subjugated, by many, to receptacle
As litter tray or vegetable trough
In a time that's hard on minorities
Cardboard is the underdog of the art world
Degraded to role of load bearer
Hidden in corners or crammed under stairs
In a time without prejudice
Cardboard will rise to star status
Rewarded for its discreet devotion
to an egotistical human race
Spin doctors will rush to promote it
Young girls proudly pin it on bedroom walls
Another immigrant will have then replaced it
Abused, expoloited, undervalued
Fodder on factory floors.
Lumb Bank, August 1997
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